A/N: So this past week has been ridiculously long and it's going to continue. Tonight was the only night I'll actually have time to post until next Wednesday so I figured I should. I have a feeling the errors will be high as it's two in the morning but I'm hoping they aren't too bad.

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012 - Down in the Graveyard on that Old Tombstone, there's a Big Black Crow and it's calling you Home

"They're coming in through the service yard entrance," said April. "You guys need to hurry. I'll lose sight of them after they pass through the gate."

"How many of them are there?" Leonardo asked, feet hurrying across the cool, dewy grass. He moved swiftly, agilely as he avoided the gravestones blocking their way.

"At least ten."

"How heavily armed?"

April paused. "I can't... see anything but a couple pistols. Some are carrying a few knifes but nothing over the top. Guys, something seems... off. They don't look worried at all."

"Hun thinks he's got one up on us. We'll show 'im," said Raphael, grinning. "He won't know what hit 'im."

"Just... be careful, alright?"

"We will, babe," said Casey Jones, metal baseball bat clutched between two gloved hands. It was cold out, a biting chill hanging in the air that seemed to gnaw at their skin. Even Casey could feel it under his leather coat and the horrendous amount of adrenaline soaring through his veins. He couldn't wait to bust some heads.

"April, have you and Lana made any leeway on where the Dragons might be headed?" Donnie asked, body completely hidden by shadows. The bright Halloween moon was hidden by a thick cover of clouds, its thin rays struggling to make it through the dark mass. It did little to light their way.

"Lana's been busy looking over the map and I ran through those last couple names you found but nothing."

"This place is flipping huge." They could hear Lana's voice over the communicator, the distant sound of her muttering to herself. "I don't know where they can even start looking. Can't they just wait to see where Hun goes?"

"Ask her if she sees anything significant, anything that stands out on the map," said Donnie, coming to a brief pause underneath the shadows of some trees. The small grouping halted, waited. They needed to get the jump on Hun, the jump on his Elite team. There couldn't be any chance for error. With the way Summer wanted to kill them, there couldn't be one slip up.

"I'm passing the communicator to her," said April. There was a bit of shuffling, some loud static until they could hear the voice of Lana Cruise.

"Hi guys," she said. "What can I do for you?"

Mikey grinned. "Hey Lana! Having a good time?"

"Oh, you know, got a giant map and a bottle of wine. Can't think of a better way to spend Halloween night!"

"Lana," said Donatello. He tried hard to ignore the exhausted tone in her voice. "I need you to look at the map and tell me if there's anything that stands out. Do you see anything out of the ordinary?"

"No, I've looked at it all day. There's nothing that stands out. Sweetheart, I don't even know what I'm supposed to be looking for. I mean there's a few pretty statues and I can tell you where the cemetery's oldest trees are but nothing that screams resurrected the dead here."

There was a pause and they could hear paper crinkling. Lana requested Donnie print out the map, the oversized image she had to tape together to actually fit. It had been stretched out on the floor when they left; Lana sprawled all over it trying to read names of graves.

"I mean does really matter? Couldn't Hun just go anywhere?"

"What do you mean by that?" asked Leonardo.

"Well, I don't know, I was just thinking that in the UK, Samhain is celebrated tonight... My dad used to hate when my grandpa told us stories about it. It's a harvest festival but it's... also supposed to be the time when the veil between the living world and the world of the dead is the thinnest. I mean I get this raising the dead is a load of shit but if you really thought you were gonna do it why do you need a specific grave? You just need sacred soil, don't you? I mean unless there was actually someone in Woodlawn he wanted but I'm pretty sure they were all kind of normal -"

"Lana," Donnie breathed.

"Yes?"

"You're a genius."

"Oh, well, thank you."

He couldn't believe he had over looked this. It was so simple. Donatello grinned. He knew where Hun was headed. He was headed to the center of the cemetery. Woodlawn wasn't picked for its slumbering residents. It was picked because it was one of the largest cemeteries in New York. It was over 400 acres, a national historic landmark and completely locked down at night. No one would disturb him. Hun had been keeping this entire operation under wraps and Woodlawn was just another way of keeping it quiet.

The only reason they were here to begin with was because of Summer and John, not Hun.

"Lana, I need you to tell me what's in the center of the cemetery."

"Uh, one second." There was some more paper crinkling like she was moving her hands all over the place. "There are monuments and things. Um, a Hugo Reisinger is buried there and so is a Wilson Marshall? Do they mean anything -"

"How far away is it from the main road?"

"A good ways away, you wouldn't be able to see if that's what you're asking. I don't – April wants to know what's going on."

"We'd kind of like to be filled in too," muttered Casey, tugging his zipper higher up his neck. "What did ya figure out?"

"I've been looking at this all wrong," explained Donatello. He began to move again, swiftly. They had a heading at least and there was some ground to cover if they planned to reach it before Hun. "I thought that Hun was using Woodlawn because there was someone buried here or a statue that had some significance to his cause. April and I have been searching for days to see if there was anyone that in some way could be connected to that locket. Only we couldn't find out where that locket was found or who found it. It was like it just sort of appeared out of thin air. There weren't even any records of it in the museum archives."

"So Lana helped how?"Mikey wondered, listening to the sound of her crinkling the map under her knees through his ear piece.

"Lana made me realize that maybe Hun isn't here because of someone but because Woodlawn is one of the largest cemeteries in the area. It's protected and securely locked down at night. It's over 400 acres, enough room to hide whatever he's doing out here."

"And the sacred ground bit?" asked Leonardo.

"A lot of resurrection rituals make mention of scared ground or dirt. He's got quite enough here."

Casey looked appalled. "Seriously? You actually think Hun is gonna raise someone from the dead? I mean I know we've seen some pretty weird shit but c'mon!"

"It doesn't matter what Hun thinks he's going to do," said Leonardo. "We at least have a chance of heading them off and we'll make sure he doesn't succeed. Lana? Can you pass the communicator back to April?"

Lana didn't say a word but the muffled shuffling was enough to know she had.

"April? Has Hun moved yet?"

"No, they're still in the service yard. Guys, I can see the locket. It's around Hun's neck and it's... it's glowing."

"Glowing? Are you sure that's just not the camera?"

"Positive," April replied. "Hun's team is leaving the service yard. Please be careful."

"We will," said Leonardo.

Raphael lay low, hidden amongst the thick branches of an old oak tree. Its leaves were still clinging to its branches, fighting to stay in tack as the cool night wind blew. They fluttered against one another, beating like wings. Just feet away he could see the glow of multiple flashlights, dancing along the ground in sweeps. Hun was at the front of the group, the rusted old locket lying on his chest. It burned an ember red like dying coals in a bonfire.

"Be ready," said Leonardo's voice in his ear.

Raph was ready. He was ready to put a stop to this once and for all. They'd destroy that locket and he'd destroy Hun. That piece of scum was going to take the hit off of Lana; he'd make sure of it. They wouldn't be able to go anywhere near her or he'd personally see to it that every last Purple Dragon lost their head.

A low growl rolled off his tongue. Beside Hun walked Elijah Moore, dressed in a black suit and not a weapon at his side. That kid wouldn't get away, not this time. Elijah looked determined tonight with his lips pressed in a straight line and shoulders held high. Behind him walked John and the slender, mousy haired girl that had snatched the locket right under their noses. She was shivering under the wind and John pulled her close. Raphael couldn't hear but he saw the man's lips move. Jessie looked up, eyes horror filled and all John did was nod. The girl shook her head but she stepped away from him and pushed through the crowd, rushing back to where they came.

Was he protecting her?

In the very back, behind the nameless others was Summer. She was silently twiddling with her gun, a psychotic smile tugging at her lips. Unlike the others she had no coat, just a long dress that fluttered at her ankles. With the gun in hand, Summer raise her arm high over her head and pulled the trigger.

The loud blast startled her company and a murder of big, black crows that had been scattered about the area cawed loudly as they disappeared into the night sky. She giggled.

"Quiet!" hissed Hun, his massive figure turning on the woman. "You psychotic bitch, if you ruin this for me I will have you slaughtered -"

"Hun," said John's calm voice. "Leave her be. Summer isn't who you should be worrying about."

"Oh Hun, don't be such a party pooper," said the woman, smiling under the flashlight's glow. Her face looked creepy, skeletal even as she bore a grin.

"You underestimate those freaks," replied Hun, eyes sharp. They were here. He knew they were. Summer would do anything to see them dead and tonight would be the perfect night. He scoffed. She would never destroy them when his old master lost his life to them. The Shredder and all forms of him had perished under the turtles' blades years ago but Hun still wasn't convinced.

He was out there, somewhere and when he returned Hun was certain he'd be punished severely. He couldn't let that happen. He had an empire to maintain. He was the big boss now. With Karai out of business and the Foot clan scattered, the Purple Dragons ruled the city. Tonight would only guarantee Hun as the permanent leader.

No one would oppose him after tonight. Not with her on his side.

"What time is it?" roared Hun's deep voice.

John checked the watch on his wrist. "11:45."

Fifteen minutes. There was just fifteen minutes left. There was no way his plans would be ruined. Not now. Not when all Hun needed to do was drop her locket and step back. She'd do the rest. With the veil thinnest at midnight, she'd burst through her bonds and he would be New York's all powerful ruler. Those turtles would be nothing but memories.

"Fifteen minutes?" Summer whined in the back. "That's all the time I have to play?"

"Better get started then," murmured a wisp of a man in front of her. He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the knife in his hand dangling loosely from his snow white fingertips.

Summer's reply was a gun shot. The bullet raced through the tree next to Raphael, slicing through the leaves without a care. When she aimed at his shadows, he just managed to drop down, snarling at the beaming woman.

"There you are," She teased, spinning the loaded gun around her finger. "Don't tell me you're the only one that showed."

"I don't work alone," snarled Raphael, gripping his Sais tight as he heard the soft thumps of his brothers and Casey behind him.

"Hun," Leonardo's voice boomed, commanding and strong. "You can't honestly think you're going to bring the dead back to life with that locket."

Hun chuckled, ripping the locket from his neck. "This ain't no ordinary locket, you mutant freaks. She's been locked in here for centuries and it's about time we let 'er out."

"Who?" asked Donatello.

"Morgana," breathed Elijah.

"I'm gonna take her power and I'll be unstoppable! There's nothing you sewer freaks can do about it!"

"We'll see about that!" roared Casey, charging head first with his bat raised. He was met head on by John, machete in hand and just missing the vigilante's ear by a hair. The metal sang in the air, screeching as Casey's bat was met time and time again by John's knife. The two were evenly matched, each swing dodged by the other until Casey whipped out a golf club from the bag upon his back and managed to knock John to his feet.

"You're fighting the wrong fight. You should've just stayed away and minded your own business, kid," hissed John, rolling out of the way of the golf club coming for his face. He swung his large knife upward, handle of the blade hitting Casey's arm, knocking the club away. The masked vigilante jumped back, knife seconds away from his jugular.

"Anythin' the Purple Dragons do is my business!"

Across the field Summer had quickly rushed Raphael, gun blasting and bullets leaping off of tombstones. She had a horrible shot but she moved quickly, maniacally laughing like she was part of some videogame. This bitch was absolutely crazy and Raph almost felt bad when he disarmed her, her pistol clattering to the grass. The ninja kicked it away before she could blink.

"Awe," She whined. "That was my favourite gun!"

For a moment Raphael thought she looked almost normal. A frown slid over her lips and she looked around like she was lost. Leonardo was pinning a Dragon against a tree, knocking the man out with the back of his sword. Casey was still swinging like wild at John, both sweating but neither willing to stop. Summer seemed confused.

"Look just get outta here and pretend none of this ever happened. Hun ain't gonna bring back your fiancé so just leave and start a new life."

"No," She whispered. "Hun isn't going to bring back my love. She is."

That confusion vanished and Summer ran at him, screeching a cackle like a witch. Raphael leapt back but she had managed to collide into him, her jaw clamping down on his upper bicep.

"You psycho bitch!"

A green fist collided with her face and she landed in a heap on the grass. Her teeth had actually managed to break skin, blood pouring down his arm. Summer didn't move for a moment until suddenly that little giggle of hers broke through the air.

"Did I make the pretty turtle angry?" She teased, peering up through her mound of hair. She looked possessed, bruise already forming on her cheek. Not a tear was shed. Her hand had gone to her right thigh, gripping at her dress until she ripped a knife that had been attached to her leg straight through it. Raph just managed to block the swing, still a little taken back by her quick recovery.

Michelangelo figured he and Leonardo were the lucky ones that night. They got to deal with the idiotic lackeys of Hun's, the ones that came right off the streets. They were idiots but they weren't nearly as crazy as the Elite team. Mikey just struck one in the face with a quick roundhouse kick when he saw Leonardo rushing towards Hun. The giant ape, who was at least seven feet tall and a billion pounds, just grinned. A nameless man, one Mikey was sure he'd seen before, leapt at Leo before he even had the chance to get near Hun.

Donnie seemed to be having the same issue. Every time he moved to get in close there was always someone ready to prevent him from getting anywhere near the Purple Dragons' leader. They were taking up their time. They needed to stop this now. It was only a matter of seconds before the clock struck midnight. The locket was glowing bright now, burning almost and when Donnie went to make another attempt at retrieving it a woman blocked his way. The Purple Dragon tattoo crawled up her neck like a serpent and she looked too rough to be part of the Elite team.

"Look I don't want to have to hurt you," said Donnie, Bo staff clutched tight between his hands. The woman was swinging a chain, snarling. "Just move out of the way."

"Fat chance!" She roared. "I ain't gonna turn into some mindless freak cause of you!"

Mindless freak? What did she mean by that? Don didn't have the chance to really think about it. He quickly dodged her swing, leaping out of the way as the chain pounded into the ground.

"We don't have time for this!" yelled Leo but he was quickly engaged by John who had left an angry Casey to deal with some low level lackeys.

"It's too late turtles!" roared Hun. His large hand ripped the chain from his neck, the glowing locket dangling in the night sky. It looked like a star, burning a fiery red.

"No!" yelled Casey, rushing forward with his bat held high. There was a pile of unconscious Dragons behind him, bloody and battered.

The locket dropped. As it hit the earth, the rusted metal burst into a fit of flames that rose into a torrent of fire. Spinning out of control, the heated tornado flew higher and higher, fumes smothering the last bit of moonlight. Though just as quick as it came, the heat vanished like a large bucket of water had doused them and the locket burst open with a blast. The shockwave sent Raphael soaring backward, his shell smashing straight into a tree truck. If it weren't for his shell he would have been down and out, the blast sending multiple Purple Dragons into a bludgeoned coma.

Out of the fumes hobbled an old woman. Her body was hunched over, her face wrinkled and aged with time. Even her eyes looked old, the dark orbs fogged by white cataracts. Her white hair, like ash, pooled down her back and dragged as she wandered out of the suffocating fumes.

"Free," she whispered. Her voice was cold and thick with a heavy Scottish accent. "I'm finally free."

The graveyard lay silent all expect for the groans of a few burnt men.

Crippled and slow, the woman looked defenceless and Raphael almost laughed as she pointed a shaking finger at Hun's bewildered face. This couldn't be what he was expecting.

"You, boy, tell me what year it is."

"Who are you?" Hun bellowed, forcing himself to his feet in a panic. This couldn't be Morgana! He had been tricked, deceived and he'd kill that fuckin' –

"My name is Morgana," She hissed, pulling the wool shawl about her shoulders closer to her neck. The wind was chilly, the air cold but no one felt it anymore. The adrenaline running through their veins was keeping them going. "Are you the one that freed me?"

"I did," said Hun, voice stiff and angry. She looked so weak, so frail like the slightest of gusts could blow her over.

"Ah, then I am in yer debt I see. Just give me a moment. I need to prepare." Morgana looked around the clearing, eyeing the multiple eyes glaring up at her. There were some strange creatures here, green and masked and they kept her attention for a moment before she found what she was looking for. "You! Come 'er, girly."

The woman with the chain Donnie had tried to best struggled to her feet. Her left arm was burnt, her lip quivering as the air festered on the open wound.

"Yes," She breathed, wincing every other second. "What can I do -" but Morgana had placed her boney hand on the woman's shoulder, digging her long nails into her skin. At first there was silence, breathes held until the woman let out an ear piercing scream.

Leonardo looked on in horror as the girl's once healthy body dropped to its knees, all manner of life being sucked out of it. Her skin turned purple, leathery as it tightened. All manner of muscle disappeared, fat vanishing. What lay before them was a withering pile of flesh covered bones. The woman's face was shrunken, hollow and her eyes peered up at them silently pleading.

She was dead, her last breath leaving as Morgana's hand released her.

What was once an old woman now stood a tall, slender creature. The shawl upon her hunched over shoulders fell to reveal a straight back, arms long and fingers delicate. Her white hair had darkened turning nearly as black as the night. The wrinkles ceased to exist, tightened into a young face with nearly perfect features. She was gorgeous and Michelangelo felt his jaw drop. Morgana would give Megan a run for her money any day if she wasn't crazy and all.

Hun grinned. That was more like it. The woman bent down, smiling at the shriveled corpse of the girl before turning to gather her locket lying silently on the ground. It glowed when she touched it, singing as it slipped around her neck.

"So I am in yer debt then," She said, her voice no longer creaking. It sounded pristine and inviting and it was clear she was pleased by Hun's newest reaction.

"Yes," said the giant. Leonardo clutched his katanas tightly. This would not end well. "I was the one to release you. Morgana, I demand to see your power! Destroy the turtles!"

"Turtles?" She turned, slowly, eyeing the four green creatures before her. They had all gotten to their feet, strange weapons drawn. "What strange creatures you are. Demons, I presume or have the Fae been makin' monsters again?"

"We are no demons," hissed Leonardo. The remainder of the Dragons, of the Elite team lay silent. Even Summer kept her lips shut.

"No? Interestin'. Shame I'll have to kill you all."

"You don't have to do anything," said Leonardo, slowly, cautiously. "You are not Hun's slave."

Morgana released a pleasant chuckle, a giggle that didn't belong in a graveyard. It sounded too pleasing, too gentle. "I am though. He's released me and I'll do his biddin' until the day he dies. Shame though really you all look like such interestin' creatures. My husband would've had a fit if he could see you."

That was all she said before she disappeared into a mass of blackness, vanishing in a blink of an eye.

Mikey gulped. That wasn't good.

Morgana reappeared behind Donatello, long fingers dancing upon his shoulders before he had the chance to take a breath. In an instant her nails racked across his cheek and an unseen mass kicked out his legs. He landed upon the ground with a thump, gasping as he watched her long, green dress flutter out of sight. In its place snaked a shadow, a squirming shape that slithered along the earth like a snake.

"Watch out!" hissed Leonardo, back ploughing into a headstone. A cold form gripped at his throat and he struggled to breathe, gasping as it tightened until a Sai came down, digging into his bindings. There was a loud hiss, an unnatural sound that neither of them could place and it vanished before ploughing straight into Raphael's side.

"You can't win, boys," said Morgana, standing next to Hun. They hadn't even had the chance to blink. " I control the night."

"The night?" Donnie mouthed, swinging at a shadowed mass. It looked like a figure, a man that was wildly swinging his arms, trying to claw. There was no plausible way to control the night. It just wasn't possible – "Casey, no!"

Casey Jones rushed the woman from behind, bat raised high as he roared forward. Morgana looked unfazed as she turned, smiling pleasantly.

"Stupid lad," She breathed, catching the bat with one hand. "I'm no mere human. I can destroy you with just my hand."

Horrified, they watched as Morgana yanked the bat, pulling Casey toward her. Her hand had jetted out and dug straight through his leather jacket. He released a loud cry, gasping as she tore at his skin, racking her nails into the flesh with ease.

"CASEY!" yelled Raphael, running to aid when the woman, hand still dug into his chest, rose the man high into the air, tossing him behind her. Casey's body smashed into the side of a mausoleum, dropping like a rock. He made no sound.

"Grab him! We need to move!" roared Leonardo, swinging furiously at an impending shadowed figure. Hun was laughing, Summer's cackle joining in and the sound was making him sick. "April! April, can you hear me?"

"LEO!" She cried. "Oh thank god! Leo, are you alright? You guys have all been dead for over twenty minutes now!"

"April, we need a way out and fast!"

"Out? I'll reroute Lana -"

"Lana?" roared Raphael, sending a quick punch at a Dragon that was trying to stop him from reaching Casey. "Where the hell is she?"

"When you guys went dead we didn't know what happened. We saw what we thought might have been an explosion so she and Master Splinter took the Battle Shell. She'll be there in a couple minutes. I'll tell her to go to the service yard, alright?"

"April, I don't know if we have a couple minutes," murmured Donnie, rushing to swing one of Casey's arms over his shoulders. Raphael was busy stabbing and swinging at the shadowed masses literally forming right out of the ground. Morgana hadn't moved from her spot. She was still smiling.

"Raph," Leo called. "You and I will try and hold them off. Mikey, help Don get Casey out of here. April? Make sure Lana knows the way in and out. We don't have time for any errors."

"She does," whispered April and they could hear her voice crack. "Casey? Casey, answer me."

When there was no sound, they could hear April fighting a sob.

"He's alright, April. He's just unconscious right now," lied Don, shifting the heavy man closer to his torso. Blood was pouring down his chest, seeping into his jacket. Donatello didn't even want to imagine what those wounds looked like. "Mikey! C'mon!"

"Sorry bro, just give me a second!" Michelangelo grunted, nunchaku striking a shadow man straight into the face. The creature just stumbled backward, grunting under the impact. If that had been a human, the force would've shattered his jaw bone. Raphael tackled the mass before it managed to swing again giving Mikey enough time to lunge across the field.

"Silly creatures," laughed Morgana. "You can't destroy my shadows."

"Watch us," hissed Leonardo.

The Battle Shell roared through the gate, smashing it into pieces as the armour vehicle flew through. Lana was at the wheel, hands tight and eyes determined. Beside her sat Master Splinter who looked a little green and a little frantic. With a quick halt, she managed to whip the beast of a truck around in the large service yard parking lot. Michelangelo tore open the back doors, quickly helping his brother lift Casey into the metal car. Lana's worried face greeted them, her cheeks flushed but all colour drained when she caught sight of the man lying before her.

Casey's jacket was literally torn in two; the cut clean like some sharp blade had done it. His chest was sliced to bits and she felt herself gag at the sight. There was so much blood.

"Oh my god," She whispered. "What the hell happened? Is he going to be okay?"

"The wounds aren't as deep as they look," muttered Donnie, motioning Mikey to help him move Casey to a bench. That didn't really answer her question but she kept quiet.

"Hey, hey," said Mikey, beaming at the horrified girl. "It's Casey. He just needs a little patching up and he'll be back to his normal, annoying self in no time!"

Lana watched the smile on Mikey's face falter when he caught sight of the bruised and bloody man and her hands began to quiver. A warm paw gathered one of her own and she looked down to see Master Splinter coming up beside her. Lana hadn't even heard his cane clunking along the metal floor.

"Lana, go take the wheel. I will go and fetch my other sons. I fear we will have to make a quick getaway."

"O-Oh, right," she said, hurrying to rush back to the driver's seat. Her hand clung to the wheel tightly, eyes locked anywhere but behind her.

"Master Splinter," said Mikey, hurrying to his sensei's side. "I don't know if -"

"Help your brother, Michelangelo."

Mikey nodded, watching as his father fluidly leapt from the truck. Donatello was digging through his bag, tossing various items out. Coming across a pair of sharp scissors he began cutting away Casey's jacket and shirt.

"Mikey, I need you to put pressure on his wounds," said Donnie. "Try and keep him talking."

"Hey Case!" chirped Mikey but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't make his voice as delighted as it normally was. His hands pressed down on the man's chest, ignoring the warm liquid seeping through his fingers. "You see Lana's crazy driving out there?"

There was a hard laugh, a shattered sound that made Lana grip tighter to the steering wheel. "She's... nuts. Probably worse... then Ape."

Lana managed to roll her eyes, pleased by his voice. She didn't even know him but Lana would be devastated if he didn't make it. Whatever it was about this little ragtag group of people, Lana was already too attached not to care.

"Shoulda – Shoulda seen her... with me drivin'. Thought... Thought she was gonna pee... herself."

"Please," She laughed a little. "I grew up on a farm. I know how to drive. I just don't like driving in New York. It makes me want to hit people."

There was another shattered laugh, followed by a gasp and Lana couldn't handle it anymore. She needed them to hurry up because sitting here was driving her crazy. Her entire body was shaking, her hands twitching to move. Her legs wanted to run, she needed to get out, she needed to - There was a loud bam.

Fuck! Was that a shot? Lana quickly peered out the window. All she could see was the darkness. It was like the moon had vanished completely, swallowed up by the clouds and black fumes. If someone had told her this was how she was going to be spending Halloween she would've laughed in their faces. Halloween was usually her favourite night of the year. She loved the costumes, loved prancing around in some skimpy skirt with a large bottle of wine in hand. They'd dance the night away at a club or get hammered in someone's home. God, this wasn't how she was supposed to be spending the night.

There were a few shots and she nearly leapt right out of the driver's seat when Raphael ripped open the passenger door, throwing his heavy body in beside her. In the back Master Splinter and a bruised Leonardo leapt in, the doors slamming shut behind them. Lana took off before Raph could yell at her to go.

The multiple shots behind her made her shake, the bullets bouncing off the armoured truck but she kept driving, trying so hard to ignore the fussing over Casey in the back.

"What the hell happened?" She managed to get out, peeling out of the parking lot and into traffic. They wouldn't blend in but the traffic would at least stop the Dragons from following them for the time being.

Master Splinter was the only who spoke. "I fear that our new enemy will be like nothing we have ever faced before."

Thank you for reading! Again I'm gonna apologize for the errors! If they are ridiculously bad let me know and I'll go back and fix them when I can :)